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Then the bathman proceeded to shave Zoulmekan’s head, after which he and the stoker washed and returned to the latter’s house, where he clad Zoulmekan in a shirt of fine stuff and a tunic of his own and gave him a handsome turban and girdle and wound a silken kerchief about his neck. Meanwhile the stoker’s wife had killed two chickens and cooked them for him; so, as soon as Zoulmekan entered and seated himself on the couch, the stoker arose and dissolving sugar in willow-flower water, made him drink it. Then he brought the tray of food and cutting up the chickens, fed him with the meat and broth, till he was satisfied, when he washed his hands and praised God for recovery, saying to the stoker, “It is to thee, under God the Most High, that I owe my life!” “Leave this talk,” replied the stoker, “and tell us the manner of thy coming to this city and whence thou art; for I see signs of gentle breeding in thy face.” “Tell me first how thou camest to fall in with me,” said Zoulmekan; “and after I will tell thee my story.” “As for that,” rejoined the stoker, “I found thee lying on the rubbish-heap, by the door of the stoke-house, as I went to my work, near the morning, and knew not who had thrown thee down there. So I carried thee home with me; and this all I have to tell.” Quoth Zoulmekan, “Glory to Him who quickens the bones, though they be rotten! Indeed, O my brother, thou hast not done good to one who is unworthy, and thou shalt reap the reward of this. But where am I now?” “In the city of Jerusalem,” replied the stoker; whereupon Zoulmekan called to mind his strangerhood and his separation from his sister and wept. Then he discovered his secret to the stoker and told him his story, repeating the following verses:
They heaped up passion on my soul, beyond my strength to bear, And for their sake my heart is racked with weariness and care.
Ah, be ye pitiful to me, O cruel that ye are, For e’en my foes do pity me, since you away did fare!
